A good day/A bad night

Today was a good day. I took the girlfriend to get a tattoo, and the work was beautifully done by a wonderful person in a wonderful shop. The spirit of the artist shines through on a good piece, and this woman radiates loving kindness.

And now I’m sitting in the dark with the light of the harvest moon blaring in through the windows and the sadness and doubt is creeping in.

It is hard, sometimes, to remember that none of it matters in the long run, that this life is fleeting and meaningless short of the meaning we instill into it ourselves, and that these feelings are simply chemicals bouncing around in synapses and that I could, probably, switch them up if I were really so inclined, so really, what am I bitching about anyway?

Anyway.